with all the Hall of Famers and baseball greats' names still available . . . .

how did we end up with a name like . . .

*gulp* . . . .

DIRT ?

It is where the games are played and and the grass grows. It is what a batter kicks to cover the plate and a manger kicks at an umpires shoes; not to mention the cerimonious rubbing up of the balls with it and scratching out a nice spot in it in front of the rubber. And never forget it's whay you're going to eat some of when sliding head first into a bag, or the plate. Tha infamous brush back pitch will make you hit it from time to time. Without it what would the game be?

Who knew on top of all his other duties our esteemed commissioner was a poet as well?

with all the Hall of Famers and baseball greats' names still available . . . .

how did we end up with a name like . . .

*gulp* . . . .

DIRT ?

It is where the games are played and and the grass grows. It is what a batter kicks to cover the plate and a manger kicks at an umpires shoes; not to mention the cerimonious rubbing up of the balls with it and scratching out a nice spot in it in front of the rubber. And never forget it's whay you're going to eat some of when sliding head first into a bag, or the plate. Tha infamous brush back pitch will make you hit it from time to time. Without it what would the game be?

I feel a warmth occurring...rubbing...scratching...eating. I have a strange urge to pick up my wife's copy of 50 shades of gray.

with all the Hall of Famers and baseball greats' names still available . . . .

how did we end up with a name like . . .

*gulp* . . . .

DIRT ?

It is where the games are played and and the grass grows. It is what a batter kicks to cover the plate and a manger kicks at an umpires shoes; not to mention the cerimonious rubbing up of the balls with it and scratching out a nice spot in it in front of the rubber. And never forget it's whay you're going to eat some of when sliding head first into a bag, or the plate. Tha infamous brush back pitch will make you hit it from time to time. Without it what would the game be?

I feel a warmth occurring...rubbing...scratching...eating. I have a strange urge to pick up my wife's copy of 50 shades of gray.

Only once in baseball history has a major leaguer committed 4 errors in a single play. Yes, it was a pre-1900 player (1895, to be exact). NY Giants 3B Mike Grady tried to field a routine ground ball, but bobbled it (#1). He threw the ball to 1B, but is sailed over the guy’s head (#2), who retrieved it and threw it back to Grady to keep the runner on 2nd. Grady missed the catch (#3), then retrieved the ball as it rolled towards the dugout. He then threw it to the C as the runner sped home, but it sailed over the C’s head (#4). Thus, what should have been an easy out ended up costing a run.

The first thing I remembers the game that I love. A man on the diamond with a golden glove, daddy with me in the cheap seats above sayin 'boy keep your eye on the ball'. The crack of the bat, the stadiums roar, we were up on our feet for the tie-breaking score. I said 'daddy I know what you brought me here for' he said 'good I hoped you'd hear the call' Life's a fastball, belt high,
coming right down the middle.
Don't stand there and let it go bye swing hard and aim for the stands!

My field of dreams was covered in stone, an old gravel Parkin' lot next to our home. Dad on the mound until the daylight was gone, sayin 'boy keep your eye on the ball' cause it's "hey batter, hey batter, swing batter, swing" the world is an infield always chattering. If you don't concentrate they'll spoil your timing, and you'll walk away cussing them all.

Life's a fastball, belt high, coming right down the middle. Don't stand there and let it go bye, swing hard and aim for the stands!